[Verse 1]

Nobody can see me bash my head on the desk

Hey, wanna clash your bed on, grotesque

You wanna be like those gorefield comics

Ah

Go into a lava field to see

Ah

Now im that horrified

How about you be glorified

Hit the alarm and

See the schoolmarm, and

Make eye contact with me

Or just overact

Think of those weird Tiktoks

Wanna get chip chopped

Get ready with your limbs, criss crossed

Maybe see the clock, tick tock

Maybe spit some bars and go to mars

See some cars, and get a jar, with blood

Get a star, start a flood

See the spars and say crud

[Verse 2]

Yeah, you know its getting sickening

Tellin' me the same thing

But, its gonna be quickening

Its the same swing

Rubber balls

(Bouncy!)

I got some rubble walls

(Rouncy!)

Woah, I'm tryna get the hot car

But you ain't letting me in the bought bar

What is this doohickey, tryna repeat something

This Jimhickey, goin' in the backstreet

Mr. Licky gettin' all his dope sheets

And he's sticky, tryna get all the groundsheet